Compulsion

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To say that Andy wasn't a compulsive masturbator was like saying a dog doesn't have fleas. You could say it wasn't all Andy's fault. He had a huge dick, over 10 inches long, and so fat he could barely wrap his fist around it. He'd been choking the chicken for a long time, but only recently was he heading for trouble. Amy, his curvy mom, didn't want to give him a complex, and she felt boys must be boys. But Andy was old enough to vote - he was 18! So many times she'd caught him in the shower, beating himself off so feverishly the veins were popping out of his forehead.

When he was younger, his mother thought it was cute, and encouraged him to express himself. Her being a voluptuous woman, and walking around the house in panties and bra, provided him eye candy for his lubricious activities. She had a big ass for her size, a size 10. Her boobs were a C-cup, but her legs were luscious, thighs a bit thick, and her ass overly plump. She shaved once in a while, usually in the summer if they were going to the beach. But after September, as the weather cooled, she let her pubic pelt grow. With the thin nylon panties she wore, it was easy for Andy to see the hair down there, and usually the hair stuck out from the panties and almost grew down her thighs.

She would ask Andy to help her with her bra, and Andy could never understand why she didn't buy a larger bra. Maybe a D-cup. But mom was vain about her shape, and attempted to squeeze into tight fitting bras, or even dresses. Obviously there was a lot of tit flesh exposed up top, and when they went to visit relatives, buttons popped off her dress, leaving her bra exposed and Andy's uncle, Bill, usually made lurid comments about Amy being hot.

Bill was a navy veteran, married to Amy's sister. Her name was Carol. He must have fucked women all over he world, Andy thought. Something about a girl in every port. One time Bill told Andy he'd been in Sasebo, Japan for three days. They were dropping some Marines off in Yokohama and there were over 40,000 registered whores in Sasebo. They had to register with the police after they were tested and got an ID card. Not to mention girls who were illegal. Andy tried to imagine fucking 40,000 whores!

Andy's impressionable mind absorbed all these details and he'd think about it when he jerked off. Between his mother's ass, and whores around the world, Andy had a lot on his plate.

He never thought about his mother masturbating. Only guys did that he figured. But one day when she was dressing, he heard funny noises coming from her bedroom. He ignored it, but later when she was down in the kitchen, he noticed a dildo on her dresser. At first he didn't know what it was, but when he picked it up, the smell was overpowering and it smelled like pussy. When guys are young they are very curious about stuff like that.

He stored it in the back of his mind. But being a chronic masturbator requires new imagery. You never see a dog fucking the same dog twice!

Amy was concerned about Andy's excessive masturbation so she arranged for him to speak to a therapist. Oddly enough, the visit was presumably about Andy's inability to have a real relationship, one that involved love and commitment. At least that's what Andy thought.

"Looking back I can see now that masturbation is an important part of my life. I never thought about it as being a big deal." Andy said, when he was asked about masturbation.

"Tell me about it," the therapist said.

"Masturbation is a no brainer. Every morning when I shower, I masturbate because it feels good, and at night I masturbate to porn to help me relax."

"When did you start masturbating?"

"When I was eleven."

"How often do you masturbate and why do you choose to masturbate when you do?"

"Choose? I never chose. Masturbation is just what I do!"

"Do you feel shame?"

"Why should I? I have a large dick and I love playing with it."

"How large is it?"

"Ten inches, mostly. Sometimes larger."

"I see ..." She jotted that down on her notepad.

"Does your mother ever masturbate you?"

"Yeah. She loves to do it."

"This is in addition to what you do?"

"Yeah. When she get home from work, she has a drink, and then we have a little fun." He grinned.

"By fun, you mean she masturbates you."

"Yep. And then she wants to get off, so I do her."

"Meaning??"

"Usually I lick her pussy. She likes that best."

"How long does that last?

"Until she comes ... she comes a lot."

"Is that all you do?"

"Then she wants me to rim her, lick her ass ... you know."

"Is that it?"

"No, she's just getting warmed up." More scribbling on the pad.

"OK, then what?"

"Then she likes to suck my joint ..."

"Joint?"

"Sorry, penis."

"Do you ejaculate?"

"Not usually. She wants me to fuck her."

"For how long?"

"Until she has a few more orgasms"

"Is that it?"

"Ummmm ... then she wants me to cum in her mouth."

"So, given your own masturbation and your activities with your mother, how many times day do you ejaculate?"

"On average four. I've done eight ..." Noted.

"How is your health? Do you catch cold easily. Your immune system?"

"Fine, no problem."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Sort of ..."

"What do you mean?"

"I prefer older women. Like my mom's age."

The therapist smiled.

"You're not going to marry someone your mom's age, are you?"

No response from Andy.

"OK, time's up for today. Let's meet again next week ..." She marked her appointment book.

Andy was an OK kind of guy. He wouldn't stand out in a crowd, and he usually avoided crowds. He preferred solitary hobbies, like porn and a little voyeurism. He wasn't terribly smart and he thought micro chips were like corn chips, a breakfast cereal. He graduated from high school and wasn't the guy most likely to succeed. He was the most popular guy in his gym class because of the size of his weapon.

During his therapy session he was fixated on the woman's breasts. Her name was Ruth. She had a masters in counseling so she couldn't have been more that her late 20's. Ruth was very good looking, had her hair pulled back in a bun, had great legs, and beautiful blue eyes. To make her clients feel worse, she always wore cashmere sweaters. Between her thighs and her big chest, Andy had troubling concentrating.

Ruth absorbed what Andy told her. She stared at him as if she were hypnotized, so Andy ended up talking to the bronze statue of a phallus on her desk. They had little eye contact. Andy wondered if the phallus was utilitarian, maybe she'd use it to split herself open after his salacious confessions. The phallus was huge and threatening, and Ruth in her imagination saw herself impaled on the tool as an offering to the gods.

Who were these gods? Figments of a witch doctor's imagination? No one ever saw these gods, not even one. There were patients who heard voices, but whose voices were they? Did the voices say anything that might prove useful? Like what stocks to buy? No, the voices were most often due to irritable bowel syndrome and the patient needed to take a good shit.

Ruth also spoke to her therapist and that therapist spoke to his therapist and so on. It was like an Mobius strip until finally that nth therapist would be talking to Ruth. A complete loop.

A week passed and there was no major change in Andy's routine. He masturbated even more because he felt what he was doing was normal. Ruth played a major role in his masturbation fantasies.

He was surprised when his mother told him to be on his best behavior. His father's sister was coming to visit for a few days. She'd had recently gotten a divorce from George, her now ex-husband.

Chapter 2

She could feel his eyes on her body. Whether they were having dinner or watching TV, Carol Burnham knew that once again her nephew was sneaking a look at her. He seemed to be in awe of her, maybe because she wasn't a fashion plate and preferred to dress in shorts and blouses. Her legs were toned, shapely with pretty knees and good calf muscles. She always wore button down blouses as if there was a baby somewhere she needed to nurse. Her blouses always had two buttons open that allowed a bit of cleavage.

She was a guest in her brother's house, and it really wasn't fair. It Walter Burnham knew what his teenaged son was up to, he'd have a fit. Carol was certain it was Andy watching her from her bedroom closet. Of course she was being silly because Andy was not hiding in the closet, waiting for her to undress. This was the second night in a row she'd heard noises coming from the closet, but she had to admit it was her imagination. Or was it wishful thinking? She had to admit she was horny and the thought of Andy being around was bothering her.

She also realized the whole scene was turning her on.

Carol was thirty-nine years old, two years past her divorce, and horny as hell. Having her body ogled by a teenager was certainly not the dullest thing in the world.

She wondered how experienced he was. Maybe it was the lure of the older woman. His mother was only thirty-eight and a knockout. Maybe she reminded him of his mother. Whatever it was, her pussy was quivering, and she had to decide what to do about it.

The evening before, she hadn't let him see anything. She'd been more annoyed than intrigued. But tonight was different. She decided she would find out what he had in mind. And if he had nothing in mind she might very well have a suggestion or two!

Standing before the full-length closet mirror, she removed her blouse. Every man she'd known had been in love with her tits. They weren't huge, but they were ripe and heavy and pear-shaped. She pulled back her shoulders and turned her body at an angle so that if Andy were looking, which she knew he certainly was, he would get an eyeful.

She teased him by doing nothing for a full minute. Then she suddenly unsnapped her bra and slipped it off. Her tits appeared, full and free and startlingly white. They were firm, pointed high and slightly to the sides. The reddish-brown nipples were long and hard and aroused. When she cupped her hands under her tits and raised them, she heard a definite gasp coming from the hallway.

It was then she realized her play-acting was sheer torture for both of them.

"Okay, Andy," she called out. "Get your ass in here! And be quick about it!"

There was a long moment of silence, and then Andy padded into the room.

Carol faced him with a wry smile on her face. Other than a t-shirt, he was wearing no more than a pair of white jockey shorts, tented in front by an obvious erection.

"You've been spying on me," she said.

He blushed. His eyes fixed on her swaying tits.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Carol. I couldn't help it." He sounded remorseful.

"It's not nice to spy on people," she said. "I would think a boy your age would be experienced enough not to go crazy over the sight of a woman's body. Haven't you ever seen a woman before? Don't tell me you're a virgin, because if you do, I won't believe it."

He was a cute guy. He had sandy hair falling over his eyes, and a full set of freckles. His arms and chest were nicely muscled, and the bulge hidden by his jockey shorts certainly seemed impressive.

"Well?" she said.

"Well what?"

"Are you a virgin?"

A flush came to his cheeks, and he shook his head. "I did it once ..."

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she said. "And you've got the hots for your one and only aunt, haven't you? I haven't seen you in five years. You can't tell me you've been lying awake for five years dreaming about me. The last time I saw you, you had nothing like that hiding in your pants." She looked meaningfully at his crotch.

His eyes were still on her tits. He looked almost traumatized, and a wave of tenderness came over her.

"Now that you're here, what would you like to do?" she asked him. "Or maybe you just want to look."

He hesitated.

He had fair skin, and each time he blushed his face turned cherry-red.

"Can I touch you?"

She walked behind him and closed the blinds. Then she faced him, glanced once again at the bulge at his crotch, and waited.

"Go ahead," she said. "But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll put rat poison in your corn flakes."

He extended a hand. The first touch of his fingers on the slope of her right breast forced her to close her eyes. A long time had passed since a guy had fondled her tits. Christ, he had a marvelous touch. He ran his fingertips over the heaving globe of her tit, and then zeroed in on the swollen nipple to pull it and gently scratch the tip. Then he opened his hand, turned it, dug his fingers under her tit and raised it.

The weight of her breasts lifted from underneath always drove her wild.

"Suck it!" she gasped. "You're driving me crazy!"

When he hesitated, she took hold of his ear and pulled his face forward until his mouth covered the long nipple. As soon as she felt he had a hold on her, she released his ear and used the same hand to lift her tit and push her flesh into his mouth.

Some woman had taught him how to suck a tit. He knew how to use his tongue, how to roll the nipple between his tongue and teeth. He showed no signs of tiring. His hungry mouth devoured her tit.

Her breasts had always been sensitive, and now her nipple was tingling and almost to the point of being irritated. She finally pushed his head away and stepped back.

"Do you like my tits?"

"Yes ..."

"And then what happens?" she asked him. "Do you jerk off?"

He blushed. "Sometimes."

Carol smiled. "Don't be bashful about it. Everyone does it. I do it, too."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and positioned him so that he was standing between her knees. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his jockey shorts, she pulled them down to his thighs. His hard cock sprang out and almost hit her face. She stared at it a long time, and then she smiled up at him.

"Well, you're definitely a man," she said. "You've certainly grown since the last time I saw you!"

Holding the base of his cock with her left hand, she used the fingers of her right hand to peel back the foreskin until his purplish nut was completely uncovered. It was unmistakably a young cock, the skin fresh and tight and without wrinkles. She cupped his balls, jiggling them and weighing them on her palm. A lovely drop of clear fluid seeped from the slit to dribble over the fat cockhead.

Squeezing her hand, she thrilled at the hardness of his cock, at the soft silky feeling of the outer skin covering the rigid pole. When she pulled her hand back up to the cockhead, another drop of fluid appeared at the tip. She stroked him slowly, watching the pre-cum dribbling out of the slit.

She kept her eyes glued to the pulsating cockhead and the gleaming fluid that was now smeared on the engorged knob. The smell of his hard prick was exquisite. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to the head, thrilling to the satin-like texture and the incredible smoothness and warmth of the swollen pulsating bulb. His cockhead surged to an even greater fullness as her lips touched it.

She slipped her tongue over his shaft, gently licking until he groaned with pleasure. The fluid seeping from the slit was slick to the touch. She licked it away, cleaning and polishing the head until it gleamed wet with her saliva.

She had always loved the smooth spongy feel of a cockhead on her tongue. She lapped it thoroughly. Suddenly she could wait no longer. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked in the large red head.

His thighs trembled.

She closed her lips around the ridge behind his cockhead and stiffened her mouth and tongue. When the head throbbed, swelling to a delicious fullness, she could feel her pussy contract and quiver in response. With an inward sigh, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed him, moving the ring of her lips down until his member was pressed to the back of her throat. She rolled her tongue under the shaft, her lips stretched wide. The warm fleshy feel of his cockmeat in her mouth was marvelous.

Her mouth flooded with saliva, and whenever she swallowed, she had the full delicious taste of it.

Soon she was slurping up and down the entire length of his cock, taking it into her throat as far as possible, thrilling to the feel of his hard prick sliding in and out of her curled, clinging lips. Her tongue swirled and stroked. At intervals she held just the head in her mouth and sucked at it, before swooping down to once again take in his entire tool.

Over and over again she bobbed her head up and down. His hips lurched and his thighs trembled with pleasure. She knew he couldn't last long. His hands were tangled in her hair, then moved around to her face to caress her eyes and cheeks and finally her lips, his fingertips moving over the stretched ring to feel the hard bar of his cock gliding in and out of her sucking mouth.

He was moaning now, his body shaking as he began to lose control. She plunged down on his cock with her fingers pressing at the base of the shaft and a hand clutching one of the cheeks of his ass.

Suddenly, his nut expanded in her mouth, and she felt the first squirt of jizz splattering on her palate. As it washed across her tongue, warm and slippery, another gush of cream erupted from his cockhead, and in a moment her mouth was full of his foaming white juice.

She held him until the end, savoring each trembling spurt, sucking his prick vigorously yet tenderly. When she finally pulled away, cleaning him off thoroughly with her lips, she had the taste of his cum on her tongue.

Andy moaned. "I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't help it."

She looked up at him and smiled. "Of course you couldn't. But it's better this way, darling. You needed to let go."

"You don't mind... I mean... when I come in your mouth?"

She smiled again and fondled his balls. "Of course not. It's exciting to swallow your cum. It's part of you, and that makes it delicious."

Standing up, she slipped off the rest of her clothes. When she faced him again, she saw him staring at her crotch. Moving a hand down, she rubbed her pubic mound and slipped a finger between her cuntlips to massage her clit.

Taking his arm, she pulled him down beside her on the bed. She was fascinated by his youthful body. He was awkward and full of stamina. His cock was hard again.

She held the long shaft in her hand and caressed it with a gentle massage. Finally, she stretched him out on is back and positioned herself on her knees between his legs.

She wanted his sweet young cock in her mouth again, and she decided there was no reason to be coy.

Cupping his testicles in one hand, she grasped his cock in the other and began to slowly pump him.

"Jesus!" he said. "I can't take that! You'll make me come again!"

"Relax," Carol said, laughing. "Just relax." Dipping her head down, she began lapping his cock and balls with the flat of her tongue. The odor of his flesh, sweet and sharp, wafted into her nostrils and caused her to shiver. She pulled back his thick foreskin so that the swollen head of his cock popped out to aim at the ceiling. Pursing her lips, she sucked the ripe plum into her warm mouth.

If Andy was surprised at her sucking him again, the pleasure of it was obviously something he welcomed. Carol wondered how many girls had actually done it to him. After a few moments, she lifted her head free of his cock and pumped it with her fingers.

"Do you like this?" she asked.

"You know I do!" he gasped.

She nuzzled the cockhead, planting a series of kisses on the tip, and continued milking it.

"Have any of your girlfriends ever done this to you?"

"Jesus, no!"

She didn't ask him about his mother.

"But it's getting late. You'll have to go back to your own room soon. Do you want me to suck you off again? You're nice and hard now, and we can't leave you like this, can we? You can come in my mouth again, if you want to."

"I still feel embarrassed about you doing it to me," he said. "I guess I'm just not used to the idea."

She continued stroking him. She kept the rhythm slow enough to hold him simmering but prevent his climax.

"You're a sweetheart," she said. "Really, there's nothing wrong with it. But I'll just play with you like this for a while, if that's what you want. I know you'd like to do other things, but I'd rather wait until some other time. You don't mind, do you?"

Carol was more than a little amazed at her own audacity. But she was thirty-eight years old, and the pleasure of handling a handsome teenager's cock was too great to turn down.

"How often do you masturbate?" she asked.

He blushed furiously. "Oh, God! Do we have to talk about that?"

She laughed. "Don't be silly! How often?"

"Just about every day."

"You see? It doesn't hurt to talk about it, does it? Everyone knows that boys your age have sex on their minds. These lovely balls keep filling up, and they need to be emptied. There's no reason to be ashamed of it." She tickled his balls with a probing finger. "Your balls are big," she said. "I love a man with big balls."

She swooped down on him. Holding his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, she began kissing the tip, tonguing the precum from his slit.

She took in his cockhead, and then, slowly, more and more of the shaft, until her nose was pressed to his pubic hair, his cock down her throat to the hilt.

She was proud of the fact she could take him all the way. She knew most women could not swallow a cock this large.

Andy began to slowly raise and lower his ass, bucking his hips, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt. The pleasure of feeling her throat-muscles expanding and contracting around his cockhead were soon too much for him. With a deep groan, he erupted with another blast of cum.

Carol quickly moved a hand to her cunt, and she fingered herself to an orgasm as she drained the last drops of stuff from his cock.

Finally, she licked the cum off his softening cockhead, searching out each drop to make sure it wasn't wasted. He didn't know whether to kiss her or shake her hand, but he needed to piss. Awkwardly he left the room, leaving her to her thoughts. With a soft moan, she rolled over onto her back. Her hand was pressed to her cunt, and three fingers were caressing her labia. She gave herself the plunging she'd needed for the past hour.

Chapter 3

The next morning when Carol opened her eyes, she found herself with a knot of guilt and frustration. Giving blowjobs to her nephew was not exactly what she'd had in mind when she came out to visit her brother. With a chuckle of sarcasm she told herself that maybe it could be considered a contribution to Andy's education.

As far as the frustration was concerned, the simple fact was that the one orgasmic session she'd given herself with her hand after sucking him off was just not enough. When she was alone, she had to do it some more. And then even more.

Gazing at the mirror, she watched the swelling of her nipples. She parted her legs and slid her fingers into her thick bush of cunthair and between her meaty labia. She began breathing rapidly with a seething excitement, her fingers probing and tickling the juicy folds of her cunt. When she began the rhythmic frigging of her clit, it took only moments to bring on the first of a series of orgasms.

Venting a series of soft moans, she finally shuddered and pulled her hand away from her cunt. It was hardly supreme ecstasy, but it was better than nothing.

By the time she arrived downstairs for breakfast, Walter and Amy were gone, and she found herself alone with Andy. Munching a combination of dry cereal and milk, her nephew was reading the baseball scores in the newspaper.

"Good morning," she said.

He offered her a sheepish grin. "Good morning."

At least he doesn't look damaged, she thought. If anything, he looked better than the day before.

She watched with amusement as his eyes hungrily raked over her body. She was wearing a skimpy halter that did nothing to hide the fullness of her tits.

"You look ready to rape me," she said with a chuckle.

He blushed.

"Your mother and father will be gone most of the day," she said. "How would you like to spend the time?"

His eyes devoured her tits. "I'd like to fuck you," he said.

Her eyes sparkling, she smiled and sat down opposite him at the table. She loved to tease him.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said. "But maybe we ought to wait until after breakfast. Do you have a hard-on now?"

"Yes," he said.

"If you bring it over here, I'd love to have a look at it."

He came around the table to stand in front of her. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans and shorts. His limb was bone hard. She had an urge to suck him off again, but she decided to restrain herself. She cupped his balls in her palm and raised them against the base of his cock.

"You win," she said. "Let's go to my room and take care of this."

She led him upstairs with a hand patting his muscular ass. If she had to choose one or the other, she'd always want an experienced lover. But she had to admit the virility of a teenager was exciting.

In her room she quickly slipped out of her clothes and lay down beside him on the bed. She hugged him and pressed her body to his side. She moved a hand down to grasp his hard cock. The hot shaft throbbed in her hand. Andy turned to face her, and his member slipped between her thighs.

He opened his mouth and sucked in one of her nipples.

The combination of sensations was suddenly too much to resist, and she rolled over onto her back and pulled him on top of her.

Spreading her legs, she took hold of him again and swabbed his cockhead in her juicy cunt. She held the fat head at the mouth of her cunt.

"Put it in, honey," she said.

When he lowered his ass, she felt the swollen crown of his cock spread her wet cuntlips and enter her hole.

He groaned hoarsely as he moved into her, his fat cockhead spreading the walls of her slippery womb. She responded with a moan of pleasure and worked her vaginal muscles to grip his shaft.

After a while, he instinctively began to move. She threw her legs up over his back and dug her heels into his ass.

"That's good!" she gasped. "That's good."

He stroked in and out of her sopping cunt. She worked her pelvis in rhythm with his movements, pulling back as he withdrew and pushing up to meet his inward stroke. Her cunt was flooded with juice, and the room was filled with the squishy sounds of fucking.

Suddenly, with a warning cry of delight, he plunged and pumped savagely as he started shooting his load of hot jizz.

After a while, she wriggled out from under him and sat up. Shifting her body, she stretched out beside him with her face near his cock. Her hands moved over his belly as she tongued his limp prick, licking his balls and lapping the underside of the soft shaft. He trembled and shivered as she engulfed his entire cock in her warm mouth and sucked it hungrily. She tongued his cock and balls, swirling her tongue around the cockhead, lapping and sucking, her cheeks hollowing as she worked on him.

His cock was growing hard again. She lowered her mouth to engulf the swelling prick. Her left hand massaged his heavy balls. She grasped him by the root of his cock and sucked in the full length of the shaft.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" he groaned.

She sucked more rapidly, pulling the skin of his cock up from the base with her teeth, at times nibbling at the cockhead and then running her lips down the sides.

He raised his ass to push his prick into her voracious mouth. Sucking more violently, she reached under his balls and searched out his asshole to probe it with a fingertip.

His limb was now in full form. Carol 's eyes were wild with lust, her cunt sopping wet. Shifting her body, she straddled him.

"This time, I'll do the work," she said.

Edging backward, she raised her pelvis, found the head of his cock with the socket of her cunt, and plunged down in a single smooth motion to capture his shaft completely.

They both groaned with pleasure of the deep impalement.

She began churning her hips, rotating the channel of her cunt on his upstanding cock. He fucked into her twisting cunthole, his eyes fixed on her lush tits, hanging over his face like two melons. Lifting his hands, he clutched her jugs with his fingers, jiggling the globes.

She panted and squealed and pumped his cock with her gripping cunt, groaning with each downward thrust of her hips.

"Oh, God, it's so good!"

She gradually increased the tempo of her humping, stroking his rigid cock up and down, churning and twisting to get her clit rubbed in the way she needed it. She adored the way he fucked, the way he bucked his cock like a stallion into the channel of her cunt. "Oh, God!" she groaned. "Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me!"

He suddenly jerked and moaned and squirted his load into her hot cunt.

The spurting of his cock triggered her own climax, and her cunt-channel rhythmically clutched at his throbbing meat. The cream poured out of her cunt to dribble over his balls, and with a final gasp, she fell forward on his body and closed her mouth over his in a wet kiss.

When she pulled her face away, she looked down at him, smiled, and patted his cheek.

"That was lovely," she said. "Was it good for you, too?"

"Yeah!"

She shifted her body up to his face, her long legs kneeling on either side of his head, her thick bush of directly over his nose.

"But first, you'll have to do something for me," she said. "I'd like you to kiss my pussy."

Without waiting for an answer, she lowered her cunt onto his nose and rubbed back and forth.

She loved having a man's nose and tongue in her cunt. It occurred to her this might be the first time she had ever done anything like this. She decided if that were so it was time he learned! A woman appreciated a man who sucked her pussy!

When his tongue stiffened and probed her cunt channel, she squirmed on his face to welcome him.

"That's it, lover!" she said. "Suck it! Suck my clit!"

His tongue danced in and out of her cunthole, tasting the ripe fluids, slurping the juice into his mouth. She could feel her fat cuntlips slobbering over his mouth.

"Oh, yes!" she hissed. "That's good! That's good!"

He continued sucking. It was obvious he was enjoying himself. Using her fingers, she pushed her clit down on his tongue.

She had a large clitoris. When he closed his lips over it, she took his hands and placed them on her asscheeks.

"Suck me! Keep sucking!"

Bucking her hips, she rubbed her stiff clit over his mouth. His face was now totally smeared with cuntjuice. She looked down and shivered when she saw him swallowing her fluids.

Clutching the cheeks of her ass, he milked the cream out of her cunt, her hot clit smashing again and again onto his firm snake-like tongue.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she cried. "I'm coming!"

As the last orgasmic spasm contracted her cunt to squeeze her juice out onto his tongue, she twisted her body, fell off his face, and shifted her head down to his crotch.

Finding his erect cock, she slid her mouth over the swollen head. He gave out a rumbling groan of pleasure as he arched up to push more and more of his straining cock into her mouth. She no longer thought of him as her nephew, but only as a male - a male with a thick cock that throbbed and jerked as she sucked it hungrily.

Her fingers worked frantically between his legs, playing with the heavy swollen spheres of his balls, tickling under the wrinkled sac, spreading his hairy thighs wide apart, pulling up to force more and more of his delicious cock down her quivering throat.

The faster and harder she sucked, the more he thrashed, his cock rooting deeper and deeper into her throat. Suddenly, he was sucking her cunt again, his tongue slithering in and out, his lips working over her clit. She started climbing to another orgasm, delirious with his delightful sucking and the juicy force of his cock plunging in and out of her mouth, fucking her mouth with steady stabbing strokes.

When she felt his balls tighten, she knew his moment was at hand. Mewling with pleasure, she lowered her face over his writhing crotch, taking in as much of the heavy cock as she could as the hosing of his cum gushed down her throat.

She nursed his cock, sucking each spurting glob from the tightly filled head, coaxing his throbbing cum from his balls. She loved the soft moans of pleasure escaping from his lips, the uncontrolled trembling of his thighs, the jerking roll of his hips as he heaved the length of his cock into her mouth. As she rolled the last wad of cream over her tongue, bathing the sensitive head of his cock in the warm juice, she shuddered with the onset of her own climax. Moaning gratefully, she swallowed the last dribble of his hot spunk.

"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned.

Smiling, Carol turned to him and kissed his cheek. "Did you like that?"

"I'm wiped out," he said.

She gave a soft giggle and kissed him again. "Do you still feel funny about coming in my mouth?"

"Not any more."

She flipped his limp cock with a finger. "Poor little thing," she said. "He's completely drained. You don't usually come this much, do you? I mean when you masturbate."

He shivered. "I once did it eight times in one day."

Chapter 4

It was Thursday already and Ruth expected Andy would be here at any moment. One thing about him, he was punctual.

She was wearing a gray cashmere sweater and it appeared to be braless. There was a slight heaviness to her breasts, and Andy would most likely stare at her chest for the next 50 minutes. This time she wore navy blue slacks, and as long as she sat during the session, her prominent backside wouldn't be obvious. When she was in grad school she was approached by more women than men, and she correctly assumed men were intimidated by her. Ruth didn't feel threatened by her own feelings and allowed herself to discretely sleep with a few older women. Psychologists are known to avoid any sign of repression, and some felt it caused pimples, which had some truth to it.

"Good morning," Andy said, as she indicated he should come into her office. He had heard voices as he waited, by no one was with Ruth when he entered. Obviously there was an exit door for patients who wanted to remain anonymous. He wondered about that.

Ruth smiled and glanced down at the lump between his legs. She remembered the old Mae West line about, "Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

"So, how are you doing?"

Andy he could think of some poignant answers, but didn't want to discuss his relationship with Carol. She was, after all, an older woman. Ruth brought the conversation around quickly. "Obviously, you're still masturbating a lot ..."

"Well, yeah ..." He smiled agreeably.

"I've been thinking it some thought, of course, because it's my job." Then she added, "Maybe I could watch how you do it?"

He appeared surprised, as he'd just jerked off before his appointment with Ruth. "Is there something special - some technique you use?"

Andy had to laugh. "It's not like I do a soft shoe routine. I just lie on my back - or sit at my laptop ..."

"OK, lie down and I'll just watch you. How long is this going to take?"

Factoring in the warm up time, Andy made a guess. "About fifteen to twenty minutes ..."

She nodded, indicating he should commence.

"Well, usually I need something to visualize ..." He informed her. "Otherwise I could be here all day!"

"What would you like to visualize?"

"You're not wearing a bra, right?"

"Correct. You want to look at my boobs?"

"If that's OK ..."

She nodded, although a bit taken back, but she wanted him to shoot a healthy load. She knew that letting him watch her masturbate would do the job even better, but she had just met him and didn't want to overstep her boundaries.

She sat there in front of him and lifted the sweater over her naked breasts. They were young breasts, heavy with a red-brown nipples. The nipples quivered and expanded into fat pink spikes from the circular swells of her areolas, holding Andy's gaze. She flicked her nipples with her fingers, causing them to stiffen and grow. Andy unzipped his pants and quickly retrieved his swelling dick. It thrilled her to watch it continue to grow, until she had to restrain herself from grabbing it. It would not be professional of her to even touch his limb, so she had to just watch.

Ruth wasn't an efficiency expert so she had no intentions of doing time and motion studies. She needed to see how fast he would ejaculate and determine a correlation between stimulus and response. In her mind she was developing a tentative scientific approach to Andy's masturbation, and perhaps would write a paper on her findings. There were combinations and permutations - one woman alone, two women eating each other, Ruth and Andy's mother, Andy's mother alone or with her son. There was a good possibility of publishing a book, and with the right publisher, she'd make the New York Times top 100!

She tugged at her nipples and began to moan, causing Andy to wank faster until his fist was a blur. She should take videos of this marvelous teen, and where would that lead? Certainly not porn! This was a serious study and she'd have to discuss it with Amy.